After the earth-shattering roar of the giant beast, the black-robed man slowly stood up, his eyes were a little puzzled, but slowly he lowered his head.

The little drum was held in his hand again, and his left hand was shaking, and he was beating slowly and slowly towards the drum surface.

"Black robe!" the demon youth called out a little worried.

The black-robed man shook his head, and although his hand was slow, it still slowly knocked on the drum surface.

The face covered by the black robe was covered with countless folds, and there were small openings in several places, as if they were about to crack.

He smiled reluctantly, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Young master, I'm fine!"

The moment the drum sounded, his whole body shook, as if he was about to fall at any moment.

"Black robe!" the demon youth frowned, and reached out to support him.

"If you really can't do it, don't force it, the 'Spiritual Attraction Technique' is too expensive to cultivate, and if you go down, I'm afraid your life will be in danger!"

There was some bitterness in the black robe's eyes.

"Young Master, you have no chance of failing! A few days ago, Xiqiang had already sent news, and the rest of the people had already found those flames!"

The demon youth's expression suddenly had a somewhat gloomy look, but he instantly perked up.

"Uncle Jing, as the saying goes, wealth is in the sky, you don't have to force it, today you have tried your best, if the beast below can't even control the 'spirit attraction', I think I don't have that life!"

"Young master, how can the old slave be worthy of his uncle, don't shout like this in the future!"

As he spoke, he struck his hand again, and his whole body trembled even more.

"Young master, you also said that wealth is in the sky, and there is another sentence in front of you, life and death are fate!" The black robe's face was full of brilliance, "My black robe has been favored by the Lord, and I have been with me since I was a child, and this cultivation is all given by the Lord." Originally, my talent was mediocre, at most I lived for a hundred years, and now I have lived for hundreds of years, that is, I died immediately, and the old slave did not have half a regret, but when I thought of my departure, I left the young master alone, and I couldn't bear it, so I did everything possible to survive for a long time. ”

The young man of the demon clan was shocked, Uncle Jing had a decisive meaning in his words, he lost his father at a very young age, and he had a deep relationship with this Uncle Jing, and at this time, even his cold demon heart was also a little different.

"Uncle Jing, no!"

The black robe had already struck the drum three more times, and by this time the original abyss had been fiery red and returned to darkness, and the roar of the giant crocodile had already been lowered.

Uncle Jing was already crumbling, and the skin on his body finally began to crack, but he was so old that no blood seeped out of it, and his two pairs of old eyes could hardly be opened.

But there was a smile on his face, and he finally suppressed the giant crocodile.

"Uncle Jing......" The demon youth didn't know what to say, looking at the black-robed man, his face was also full of smiles.

Uncle Jing nodded.

At this moment, the roar of the giant crocodile under the abyss suddenly came one after another, and the sharp roar tore through the silence of the entire island.

The abyss, which was already collapsing, grew sharply, and soon a huge sinkhole formed on the top of the cliff.

The demon youth flew back with the black-robed man, and the abyss was still expanding in the process of retreating, and as the opening became larger, the sky finally shot into the abyss, and the darkness was gradually dispelled.

The abyss was very deep, dozens of zhang high, the ground of the abyss was pitch black, and the thousands of disciples of Sword Valley were like ants on the pitch-black ground, inconspicuous.

The giant crocodile that was close to the wall of a mountain could be seen very clearly, and it was extremely large, and it was now yelling at an ant coming towards it with its huge mouth open.

The huge wind currents can be felt even from the top of the cliff.

The black-robed man slowly stood up, his body swaying, and the look of regret could barely be seen on his wrinkled face.

"After all...... Still is...... Failed!" was a strong look of chagrin in his tone.

He stood on the edge of the cliff, his body swaying under the huge wind current, as if he could be planted in the abyss of dozens of feet at any time.

The young man of the demon clan stretched out his hand to help, and the black-robed man waved his hand, stood on the top of the cliff and watched for a long time, and suddenly jumped down.

The drums sounded sparsely in the air again, and the demon youth rushed to the edge of the cliff and wanted to use supernatural means to save him.

The black-robed man looked back from the air, there was no pain or regret in his eyes, only a faint smile.

"Qing'er, don't save it!"

This is the first time that the black-robed man has called the demon youth Qing'er, and even the demon youth can't help but be moved.

"Uncle Jing!" he shouted, and the demonic energy in his whole body swelled and rolled out.

"Don't save it, be an uncle...... ...... for you Make the final ...... One...... One thing!"

The voice became more and more hoarse, intermittent in the wind flow of the pouring water.

The drum beat became more and more scattered, and a smile froze in the corner of the black-robed man's eyes, and his whole body went farther and farther, and gradually exploded below the extreme distance, and a piece of old blood was sprinkled in the withered body, and the blood poured towards the giant crocodile without a head or face.

A faint voice came like a light bell in the wind: "Demon ...... Blood...... Pull...... Spirit!"

"Uncle Jing......" Even the young man who was as cold as the demon clan was also a little choked, the epiphany on his forehead suddenly lit up, and his hands were sealed in a chain, and the pieces of magic patterns hit down from the top of the cliff.

He sang a dark song, mysterious and mournful, like a soul-shaking song.

The song reached the bottom of the abyss, and a wisp of black smoke suddenly rose from the flying blood, and came to the sky. The demon youth took out a cloth bag as black as ink from his waist and covered the black smoke at once.

Tied a dead knot and hung it back around his waist.

He looked down into the abyss with a pair of demon pupils, a demon tear was condensed under his eyelids, he stretched out his hand and flicked it lightly, and the demon tears disappeared with the wind.

"Uncle Jing, I won't let you down!"

"Uncle Jing, if I take charge of the demon clan in the future, I will reshape your body and resurrect you!"

The blood that came from the sky condensed thousands of blood beads in the air, each of which seemed incomparably deep, with a strange and extremely evil power. The small drum was the first to hit the top of the giant crocodile's head, and in the sound of the drum, all the demonic blood was sprinkled on the top of the giant crocodile's head, and the giant crocodile fell silent in an instant.

Those cold eyes were filled with demon blood, shrouded in a faint black aura, and there were also a few points of weirdness. The struggling look in that look became fainter and fainter, and in the end, the whole eyeball was also shrouded in black gas, and it was no longer clear to see.

As the black gas emitted by the blood beads completely enveloped the top of the giant crocodile's head, the giant crocodile completely stopped moving.

Thousands of soul-absorbing ropes appeared again in the entire abyssal underground, and the colorful lines intertwined into a very huge soul-absorbing array, and the spiritual power of all the Sword Valley disciples once again flowed towards the giant crocodile extremely quickly.